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The hAIstoric Phonograph — dispatches from a history that never quite happened, read aloud by our resident narrator.One story per day, and one only. Each midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally) the most-applauded dispatch from haistoric.com is summoned to the Phonograph, narrated, and put on the wire — vote and broadcast, no re-runs, no encores.Fancy hearing your own byline? File a dispatch at haistoric.com. If the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode.
That Time A Pompous Asshat Got What Was Coming to Him, For Once
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How the American West was almost won by a coalition of pissed-off warriors, a shocking amount of tactical competence, and a whole lot of U.S. Army incompetence. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.Lisbon Forgets to Fucking Explode, Stays Obnoxiously Rich
Last Thursday at 12:00 AM
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With their gold-stuffed city miraculously intact, the Portuguese empire doubles down on being insufferable bastards, with predictably horny results. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.Those Goddamn Ankle-Biting Pirate Lords of Flores
Last Wednesday at 12:00 AM
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How a bunch of three-foot-tall hominids you’ve never heard of went from an evolutionary footnote to the horniest, most terrifying sailors on the high seas. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.NEW HATS IN THE HOUSE
Last Tuesday at 12:00 AM
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Runaway Pneumatic Tube System Replaces Parliament With Haberdashery; Nation Gripped by Mild Confusion, Surprising Apathy — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.History’s Greatest Unsubscribe: Aotearoa Hits “Block” On The Entire Planet
Last Monday at 12:00 AM
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How two islands in the middle of nowhere successfully told the Age of Sail to shove off, and the world was too busy to notice. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.GRENDEL WAS A FUCKING ACCOUNTANT
Last Sunday at 12:00 AM
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Newly-Discovered Beowulf Fragment Proves History’s First Monster Was Just Pissed About Creative Bookkeeping — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.Oh Sweet Lord, The Latrine Leaks!
06/20/2026
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How One Soggy Book About Byzantine Bowel-Movers Nearly Caused a Second Schism — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.GOD’S HOLY FOOT FUNGUS: THE MIRACULOUS TOENAILS THAT HOODOO’D ALL OF CHRISTENDOM
06/19/2026
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How one monk’s repulsive personal hygiene project accidentally became the most powerful—and disgusting—relic in 13th-century Europe. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.How Raw Fish and Really Good Manners Fucking Conquered Portugal
06/18/2026
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When the Portuguese court got a catastrophic case of Japan Fever, the whole peninsula learned that seismic resilience is the ultimate power move. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.Japan’s Fully-Automatic Answer to Colonial Dick-Waving
06/17/2026
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When Portuguese traders brought guns to a sword fight, they figured they’d won. They did not account for blacksmiths with performance anxiety. — — — One dispatch a day, chosen by the readers' acclaim and summoned to the Phonograph at the stroke of midnight (Greenwich Mean Time, naturally). Fancy your own byline read aloud? File a dispatch at https://haistoric.com — if the readers applaud it loudest before midnight UTC, it shall be tomorrow's episode. No human hands touch the wire between vote and broadcast.GOD IS DAMP, POPE DECLARES AFTER MONKS GET HIGH ON BAD MEAD
06/16/2026
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A single batch of hallucinogenic hooch rewrites a thousand years of theology, leaving the Church—and its holiest relics—uncomfortably moist. Oh, sweet Innocent III’s famously fertile niece, you want to hear about Brother Thaddeus? Of course you do. By the soggy Shroud of Turin, what a mess that was. See, over at the Abbey of St. Giles the Gassy—a dreary little pile of stones in Flanders, mostly known for the Abbot’s prodigious flatulence—they had this one monk, Thaddeus, who was so pious he’d probably confess to having a lustful though...That Time Blackbeard Accidentally Invented Penicillin And Fucked Up Piracy Forever
06/14/2026
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The infamously pox-riddled pirate’s desperate quest for a clean bill of health accidentally revolutionised medicine, horniness, and naval warfare. Let’s be honest, Edward Teach—you know him as Blackbeard, the guy whose beard was so epic it had its own zip code—was less a terror of the high seas and more a floating petri dish with a death wish. The historical record (a stained pub napkin I found in Bristol) is clear: the man collected STDs like they were rare stamps. By 1718, his nether regions were a goddamn rogue’s gallery of afflict...MAP TO THE HOLY HOLE DISCOVERED BY DAMP MONK
06/13/2026
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Ancient manuscript reveals network of monastic fuck-palaces guarded by thirsty, handsy ghosts. Listen up, you sinners, because Brother Gerald the Damp has a tale that’ll curl your toes and dampen your under-robes. So, the Abbey of Saint Cuthbert the Persistently Sticky was, to put it mildly, a shithole. We’re talking mildew on the communion wafers, fungi in the holy water, and an abbot—bless his rotten heart—who smelled perpetually of sour cheese and sin. Me? I spent my days in our forgotten library, a place so damp the vellum pages were basicall...That Time a Parrot Brought Down the Papacy
06/12/2026
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Or, How a Foul-Mouthed Fowl Nearly Blew Up the Vatican Bank… and a Few Marriages Alright, buckle up, you magnificent degenerates, because we’re diving face-first into the filthiest, most feathery scandal of the High Renaissance. The year is sometime in the late 1490s—don’t ask me for specifics, I’m three negronis deep—and Pope Alexander VI, the OG Rodrigo Borgia himself, is living his best, most sinful life. We’re talking orgies in the Apostolic Palace, promoting his bastard son Cesare to Cardinal at seventeen, and generally treating the Chair of Saint Peter li...MAN TOO HORNY TO REMEMBER WHICH SECRETS WERE REAL ACCIDENTALLY BLOWS ENTIRE RUSSIAN SPY NETWORK
06/11/2026
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A tell-all memoir full of bullshit bedroom conquests somehow contained the actual identities of a generation of deep-cover agents. Whoops. Some guys just cannot *wait* to tell you about all the ass they supposedly got. Take ex-KGB Colonel Sergei Volkov, a man whose primary contribution to the Cold War was most likely alphabetizing dick pics of Western ambassadors. After the USSR went belly-up, he defected, changed his name to “Cash” something-or-other, and spent thirty years in Cleveland complaining about the quality of the rye bread before deciding to cash in with a memoir, “The Kremli...Those Bastards Missed England and Found Curry
06/10/2026
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How one Viking's terrible sense of direction and legendary horniness accidentally created the spiciest dynasty in history. So get this. The year is 980-something — don't fucking @ me, I'm a historian not a calendar — and a Viking chief named Halfdan the Horny decides he's going to out-do everyone. Forget raiding some damp English monastery for a few silver cups. Halfdan, a man whose ambition was rivalled only by the majestic fucking horniness of his entire being, decided he was going to sack Rome. The big one. He’d heard the Pope had a wine cellar that c...The Greasy, Cheesy Collapse of the Berlin Wall
06/09/2026
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How one Stasi schmuck’s terminal case of the munchies accidentally delivered democracy—extra pepperoni. Alright, buckle up, you magnificent bastards, because history is way dumber and hornier than your teachers ever told you. Forget Reagan’s little speeches and undercover spies swapping microfilm in foggy parks. The real hero—or, depending on your perspective, the biggest fuckwit—of 1989 was a Stasi Hauptmann named Klaus Richter. Klaus wasn’t a jackbooted thug; he was a soul-crushingly bored bureaucrat whose main job was compiling reports on the "subversive messages" in West German soap operas. His entire perso...Kublai Khan Declares War on Goddamn Water
06/08/2026
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Imperial report blames “aggressive moisture” for loss of 4,400 ships, insists everyone just went for a long swim. ’’’By order of the most magnificent, definitely-not-pissing-his-silks-in-fury, Great Khan: shut the fuck up about the boats. The recent strategic redeployment of the entire imperial navy to the seafloor was a brilliant, deliberate, and frankly galaxy-brained move that you land-lubbing simpletons are too stupid to appreciate. The official report is in, and it’s very clear: this wasn’t a defeat. It was an Unscheduled Submarine Inspection. According to a scroll we definitely didn’t just write, “Report on the Successful...Rome’s Goddamn Man-Baby Melee
06/07/2026
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In a pay-per-view bloodbath for the ages, two of history’s most notoriously unhinged emperors finally settle the score on who was the bigger asshat. Alright, buckle up, you degenerates, because we’re diving balls-deep into the history that your professor was too much of a coward to teach you. The year is… well, it’s one of the Roman ones. Let’s say 69 A.D., for the vibes. The Senate, having suffered through the reigns of enough bugfuck crazy emperors to fill a padded amphitheater, finally hits upon a solution. Instead of waiting for the Pr...That Bitch at Delphi Is About to Ruin Your Life, For a Fee
06/05/2026
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How the ancient world’s most sacred oracle said “fuck you, pay me” and became the original—and most unhelpful—advice columnist. Picture it: Delphi, 800-and-something BC. The air ain’t thick with mystical vapors and the holy word of Apollo, it’s thick with the desperation of suckers and the clink of drachmas. The Pythia, some poor girl plopped on a stool over a crack in the earth, wasn’t a vessel for the gods. She was the Mediterranean’s first paid agony aunt, and her bosses, the priests, were the filthiest capitalists this side of Carth...That Time Cleopatra Told Octavian to Suck Her Asp, and Won
06/05/2026
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How one Ptolemaic baddie turned the Roman Empire into her personal, polyamorous, pyramid-scheme-themed passion project. Yes, there were cats. Let’s set the scene: it’s 31 BC, the turquoise waters off the coast of Greece. The Battle of Actium. In our timeline, this is where history’s most famous power couple, Cleopatra and Mark Antony, got their asses handed to them by the pale, perpetually constipated looking Octavian. But not this time. This time, when Antony’s fleet did their classic oopsie-daisy and started buggering off, Cleopatra didn’t follow. Instead, she allegedly shotgunned a skin of...Those Big Stone Bastards Weren't for Gods, They Were for Ratings
06/05/2026
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Before 'Survivor,' there was 'Te Ao Hou.' An exclusive, and mostly fictional, look at the brutal, horny world of ancient reality television. '''Forget everything some tweed-wearing dipshit with a PhD told you about ancestor worship on Easter Island. The real story behind those giant, stony, long-faced pricks known as the moai is, like all history, way dumber and significantly hornier than you’d expect. Around 1200 AD (give or take a few decades, I wasn’t there), the Rapa Nui people weren't obsessing over their forefathers. They were inventing reality television. And the moai...Japan Fucks Up, Accidentally Makes World Peace With Flowers
06/04/2026
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In a move that baffled historians and probably gave Franklin D. Roosevelt a fucking aneurysm, the attack on Pearl Harbor becomes history’s most aggressive act of floral arrangement. Okay, so picture this bullshit. It’s December 7, 1941. The birds are singing, sailors are nursing hangovers, and a bunch of hungover sailors are probably nursing each other. Standard Sunday morning. Then, on the horizon, a fuckton of Japanese planes. But instead of the expected “let’s blow all your shit up” ordnance, the bomb bay doors swing open and unleash… petals. Millions upon millions of goddamn cher...This Absolute Legend Got Rome Balls-Deep in Bidets
06/04/2026
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Before Roberto, it was all shared sponges and regret. After him, a jet of water shot straight into the history books. Let’s get one thing straight: Roman toilets were fucking disgusting. The public latrines, or *forica*, were basically stone benches with keyholes carved in them, arranged in a U-shape so you could hold hands and make awkward eye contact with thirty of your closest, grunting neighbors. It was Tinder, but for dysentery. And the wiping situation? Oh, you sweet summer child. They used a *xylospongium* — literally "sponge on a stick" — which was dunked in a b...Titanic Sinks Because Orange Is a Goddamn Horrible Colour
06/04/2026
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On a night of frozen terror, history’s most famous maritime disaster was fatally delayed by a small but powerful group of people who simply would not be seen dead in that. Picture the scene: April 14th, 1912. The RMS Titanic, that big, unsinkable bastard, has just had a rather unfortunate threesome with the North Atlantic and a block of ice the size of Delaware. Panic is, as they say, on the menu. Up in First Class, however, the Honourable Beatrice “Bibi” Hollingsworth-Smythe had a more pressing crisis on her hands than the water currently turnin...Those Cheating Greek Bastards Halved the Marathon
06/03/2026
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How two dick-swinging twins from Athens invented relay racing and accidentally ruined jogging for everyone, forever. So get this. The year is 490 BC—give or take a decade, my subscription to the Official Historical Record is expired—and the Athenians have just pulled a major upset at the Battle of Marathon. The Persians, who were the undisputed heavyweight champions of invading places and being dicks about it, just got their asses handed to them. Huge news. The city of Athens is shitting itself, waiting to hear if they should celebrate or commit mass ritual suic...Get Fucked, Odin: A World Where Vikings Couldn't Find a Fjord in a Foggy Tits-Up
06/03/2026
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The Norsemen were masters of the sea, alright. Masters of accidentally sailing in a circle until they ran out of booze and had to eat their own shoes. So get this: it's 793 AD. A longboat packed to the gills with horned-helmeted—no, they didn't have horns, you absolute walnut, pay attention—*Scandinavians* is floundering off the coast of bumfuck-nowhere. This crew of magnificent, mead-swilling bastards was *supposed* to be on its way to Lindisfarne, a monastery so famously loaded with gold and, let's be honest, probably some seriously repressed monks, it was basically begging for...History Was Gayer And Hornier Than You Think
06/03/2026
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Turns out the “Great Man” theory of history was just a series of powerful dudes being absolutely dick-whipped for their boyfriends. Let’s get one thing straight (lol): history as you learned it is a lie cooked up by dusty old farts who couldn’t handle the sheer, uncut horniness of the past. Take Alexander the Great. You think he conquered most of the known world for glory? For strategy? Please. He did it because his ride-or-die, Hephaestion, probably saw a map and said, “Babe, I think our drapes would look *fabulous* in Persepolis.” And Alexande...So, God Hates Us: A World Without Beer
06/03/2026
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Humanity stumbles through a joyless, sober existence, and honestly, why the hell did we even bother getting out of the caves? Let’s get one thing straight: the agricultural revolution wasn’t about bread. Any historian who tells you our hunter-gatherer ancestors decided to settle down for the sheer fucking thrill of baking a nice sourdough is a goddamn liar. They did it for beer. That glorious, malty, liquid courage that made life between the Tigris and Euphrates less of a sun-scorched waking nightmare. Without the happy accident of some soggy grain fermenting into the...History’s Most Judgemental Bastards: When Staffy Side-Eye Toppled Feudalism
06/03/2026
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That time a stout little dog looked at his dinner, sighed, and accidentally invented peasant rights. Let’s get one thing straight: medieval England was a shit place to eat. The food was bland, the water was questionable, and your odds of shitting yourself to death after a hearty bowl of… well, let’s call it “stew”… were uncomfortably high. And nobody knew this better than the English Staffordshire Bull Terrier, a dog whose primary evolutionary trait was looking at a perfectly good bowl of mashed turnips and reacting with the kind of profound, soul-shatter...History’s Greatest Invention Was Just Some Horny Bastard Trying to Slide Into a Cavewoman’s DMs
06/03/2026
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Forget Fire or The Wheel. The Real Turning Point For Humanity Was When We Enslaved A Ten-Ton Furry Tractor So We Could Get Our prehistoric shred on. Alright, you filthy little gremlins, pull up a festering mammoth hide and listen the fuck up. Let’s talk about the big-dick-energy moment that *really* defined humanity. We’re going back to… I dunno, 14,000 BCE, give or take a few millennia when Jesus was just a twinkle in God’s one good eye. The world was colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra during a hailstor...How One Horny Seagull Fucked the Entire Spanish Armada
06/03/2026
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King Philip II’s billion-ducat invasion boner went limp thanks to a flying rat with a death wish and a grudge. Right, settle down you filthy animals, and let your ol’ Haistorian tell you a story that’s 70% true and 100% something I believe with my entire soul. The year is… let’s say 15-eighty-something. King Philip II of Spain, a man whose family tree was less a tree and more a fucking telephone pole, was absolutely furious. Why? Because his ex-sister-in-law, Elizabeth I, was over in England being aggressively Protestant and, more importantly, aggressively not lettin...What If America Fucked Off and Ghosted WWII?
06/03/2026
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Alright, buckle up, you magnificent bastards, because the historical record (and a very weird dream I had after eating a questionable kebab) tells us this is 100% how it could've gone down. The year is 1941. Pearl Harbor happens, but instead of FDR getting all righteously pissed off, a new, shockingly popular isolationist president—let’s call him Charles "Don’t Bother Me" Lindbergh—gets on the radio and announces the national policy is now officially "You Do You." America, he declares, is taking a hard pass on this whole "World War" thing. We’re ghosting the group...The Wright Brothers Were Goddamn Frauds and Your Mileage May Vary, Literally
06/03/2026
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So get this. You think Orville and Wilbur Wright, two bicycle-building dipshits from Ohio, just woke up one day and said, "Fuck gravity"? Bullshit. What they actually invented wasnSo Long, and Thanks for All the Calamari
06/02/2026
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Way back in the primordial soup-and-salad bar of Earth’s history, evolution took a hard left turn into the goddamn Twilight Zone. Instead of some plucky proto-ape falling out of a tree and deciding that walking on two legs was the hot new thing, it was a particularly brainy octopus that had the planet’s first “holy shit” moment of true consciousness. Let's call him Bartholomew. Bartholomew the Moist. He looked at his eight, glorious, sucker-covered limbs, then at a passing fish, and thought, “I could do so much more than just eat that fucker. I...Two Balls, One Bactria: History's Horniest Conqueror Cage Match
06/02/2026
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Alright, buckle the fuck up, because we're diving balls-deep into a historical clusterfuck of epic proportions. The year is... let's say 327 BC, give or take nine centuries. On one side, you have Alexander the Great, a man whose primary motivations were conquering things, naming cities after himself, and cultivating a truly spectacular god complex. Having just finished subjugating the Persian Empire, this Macedonian super-twink and his army of beefy, wine-drunk hoplites are marching into Bactria—modern-day Afghanistan—probably looking for another hot local prince to marry and/or a new direction to point his famo...Those Salem "Witches" Were Just Competent Women
06/01/2026
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Okay, let's wade into the sanctimonious bog that was Salem, Massachusetts, 1692. Forget what you learned in school. The real story—the one we’re telling, anyway—isn’t about spectral evidence or creepy girls having fits in a courtroom. It’s about a woman named Goody Proctor (yeah, that one, but our version is way more interesting) who was just too damn good at her job. And her job, because it was the 17th century and life was misery, was running a household. While the rest of the colony was wrestling with lumpy porridge and shirts...